I’ve never had a lot of friends. I’ve always made do with two or three good ones who kept me company in school or later at work.
I was happy to find that ignoring self-imposed, strict rules can lead to pleasant surprises.
Be my Valentine for one night.
Like any chance encounter, we’d kept our exchanges to waves, a smile, a short greeting, and the quick assessments of looks, goods, and fashion gays endure from each other. Ours was another typical locker-room …
There is, and there should be nothing wrong with romance, or schmaltz, or finding love — true love. Lasting love. Honest love. The kind of love that makes us feel happy for the two …
Men hate going to see doctors. I think this is because we think it undermines the feeling of awesome-ness we built for ourselves as teenagers. We like to think we are unstoppable.